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Independence 4

Independence 4

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This is historical fiction - with the naughty parts included. It's entertainment. If you want to know more

(which, quite honestly, I hope this tale encourages), search the facts out for yourself.

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Mitchell's alarm woke us, and Lydia gasped as she realized that she'd fallen asleep without returning to her own tent. She hurriedly dressed, kissed me, and raced off to check on her brother and her children.

When I chatted with Nathanial, later that day, he grinned and told me that Holly had been a heated bitch as well. She had spent the night in his tent and - from the way he described it - they had fucked as long and hard as his sister and I had done.

He also told me that Holly had missed her monthly cycle and that the pair was fairly convinced that she was pregnant. He planned to marry her once we were settled in Oregon. I wondered if he and Holly would be able to make a land claim of their own.

We were following the Snake River now. It twisted and turned far more than the previous waterways had. It also was far less accessible. There were times that the waters flowed mere feet away from us but were almost completely unreachable because of the cliffs we'd have to scale to get down there. We tried hooking a bucket to a length of rope but were only marginally successful at getting enough water to cook with and refill our canteens.

We had mosquitos in Illinois but nothing like this. I swear these things were big and nasty enough to carry off a buffalo calf. As soon as we stopped for the night, tents went up and everybody moved inside to escape the pests. I was ever so glad that I had decided to get my tent. I asked Virgil if they found their way inside of his wagon and he said that they did. The letters from his kids had warned him about them and he had some pieces of cheesecloth that he used to make a tent over his face to keep the things off of him at night.

Lydia was back to her old self again - which meant that we only fucked once each night - and sometimes just every other night - rather than repeatedly over a few hours. I wasn't about to complain but my back at least had a chance to recover.

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The soil turned toxic. I'd been warned that this would come but it was worse than I'd imagined. The whole area stunk, the soil was chalky and dead, and little grew. I was used to the farmland along the Mississippi River - good black soil that would grow anything with almost no work. I couldn't imagine trying to farm this shit. We saw no one but travelers. There were no homes. I didn't even remember seeing anymore Indians. Any ponds or pools of water were noxious, fetid things. I didn't even have to warn people not to drink the stuff. We took water from the river when we could and - even then - I encouraged them to boil it.

The environment was so harsh, dry, and toxic that it even began to erode the wood and iron that the wagons were made of. This was the point where things got desperate for some who'd not had the money to buy spare parts to carry with them. Sometimes, you could pick something from the carcass of a wagon that we found lying along the trail but mostly people had to make do or borrow from their neighbors. We even had a couple families that ended up having to combine wagons together in order to continue on. In those cases, parts and possessions went through a nasty kind of auction as people made their bids for this or that - hoping it would either survive the trip - or help them to survive it. Things were desperate and people were irritable and easily angered.

Over the course of the two weeks that we followed the Snake, tempers flared more and more - and higher and higher. By this point, I knew every person in my half of the wagon train - and a few of the more notable ones from Mitchell's half.

Annabeth Maxwell was 18 years old. She was traveling with her mother and the man that I thought was her father. During the time that we traced our path along the Snake, however, I came to find out that the man was her mother's second husband. Annie's father had either passed away or moved on and her mother had remarried.

I had heard Annabeth's parents squabbling on more than one occasion as I passed by them over the months that we had traveled together. The young woman always seemed to be trying her best to walk as far from the pair as she was able. Her face was tight and her mouth was closed. Generally, her arms were crossed in front of her. She wasn't doing it to make her chest look bigger. She was simply frustrated and it showed. I usually just avoided the family as much as possible.

A day or two after we started following the Snake, Annabeth/Annie showed up at my little campsite - just before Lydia arrived. My lover walked up just as the young girl began to explain her predicament.

"I can't do it anymore," she said firmly.

The young woman glanced at Lydia as she sat down on the log beside me, just like she usually did. Then the girl went on.

"All they do is fight and I can't stand it. It's driving me crazy. I don't have much to call my own - just what I have in this pack."

She looked into my eyes.

"Can I stay with you?"

Before I could speak, Lydia asked her a question.

"You plannin' to fuck him?" she inquired.

Annie looked at her - and then me - and then back at the blonde.

"I ... hadn't thought about that," she said.

"You mean to tell me that we've been walking this trail for the last four months and you haven't thought about fucking Thomas?"

"I ... it's not my place," Annie told her.

"I didn't ask if it was your place, little miss," Lydia snarled. "I asked if you were plannin' to try an' fuck him."

Annie held her tongue.

"Tell me plainly that you don't want him that way," Lydia ordered.

The young woman remained as she was. Her face didn't show expression. She didn't say a thing.

"I don't think Lydia is accusing you," Virgil said quietly. "I think she's just wanting you to be honest with yourself and with her - and Thomas - about how all of this is going to work."

Annie looked from Virgil to me to Lydia.

"I've ... never had a man," Annabeth said.

"You want to though?" Lydia asked her.

"Yes," the younger woman replied.

"And you've thought about Thomas being the one."

"He's ... yours," Annie said quietly.

"He's not mine," Lydia said matter-of-factly.

Annie's eyes widened as she looked at the woman. She obviously wanted to know how the two of us were fucking if we weren't a couple.

"Thomas has a woman," Lydia explained. "She's waiting for him back in Independence. Her name is Sarah."

Annie looked at me - searching for confirmation or denial. I nodded. She turned back to Lydia as she continued.

"Sarah and Thomas talked before we left. He is allowed to be with a companion - but she had to be willing to share him with Sarah."

"You're his companion?" Annie asked.

Lydia looked at me and then back at Annie.

"Honestly, when Thomas and I started this, I was mourning Bill and he was missing Sarah. We just kind of took on each other's burdens to help one another."

Lydia glanced over at me, suggesting that I help explain. I cleared my throat.

"I've definitely come to have serious feelings for Lydia," I told Annie, "but we haven't defined anything - legally - regarding our relationship. I don't know what Oregon's laws are but most places frown on a man having more than one woman. Sarah told me that we'd make it work."

"You'd have me as well?" Annie asked.

We turned, at the sound of footsteps, to find Annie's father approaching. He came to within two paces of her and stopped.

"When are you coming back?" he asked.

"I'm not," she replied.

He looked around at our group - Virgil, me, Lydia, and Annie - with his daughter being the only person standing.

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"Your mother is worried about you," he told her.

"If she was worried, she'd come herself to check on me," the girl nearly spat.

"I ... I was worried," he said.

"You should worry about your wife and quit sending your eyes at me," Annie told him, moving farther away.

"I ... never ...," he stammered.

"Go back to your wife," Annie told him. "I'm through with the both of you."

"You ... You'd take up with ... him?" the man asked, not looking at me.

"That's none of your business," Annie told him.

"But ... I'm your father," he protested.

"You ... You're not my father," Annie said firmly. "You married my mother but your eyes have drifted to me far too often - and from the very first day we met. You'd better hope my mother hasn't noticed."

That seemed to be enough to divert him from whatever purpose had carried him to us. He turned and left - not quite hurrying.

Annabeth turned to the rest of us.

"Now you know that much," she said.

She focused on Lydia.

"I do want Thomas," she said. "I want him to make me a woman and take that chance away from that man. I believe that he somehow thinks it's his right."

"Your mother doesn't know?" Lydia asked.

"If she did, she'd probably kill him," the girl answered.

Annabeth set her pack on the ground by her feet and reached up to remove the bonnet that she had always worn. I had never seen her without it. She had fair skin and freckles but I had never seen her hair. She pulled the bonnet free and a mass of fiery red hair tumbled down her shoulders.

She looked at Lydia and said, "I want you to cut my hair."

"No!" Lydia replied.

"Yes," Annie answered her.

She reached into her pack and pulled out a pair of scissors. She also pulled out a shirt, a pair of breeches, and a hat. She stripped off her dress, shoved the dress and the bonnet into her pack, and began dressing in the shirt and the pants.

She walked to Lydia handed her the scissors and said, "Cut my hair - as short as Thomas'."

I started to get to my feet - to offer to do it.

"Fine," Lydia said. "Sit at my feet - facing Virgil."

After Annie got situated, Virgil and I watched as Lydia cut away Annabeth's long red tresses. She kept them in her lap.

"I'm saving these," Lydia told her.

"Whatever," Annie said, without emotion.

When it was finished, Annie stood to her feet, reclaimed the scissors, and took them to her pack. She stowed them away and pulled on the hat. She looked like the cutest dude I had ever seen. I couldn't help but laugh. Lydia slugged me in the shoulder.

"You can't fuck him until we all three agree," Lydia told her.

"That's fine," Annie said. "I've done what I had intended to do. I'm free of them."

The young woman glanced at me.

"That's fine," I told her. "Obviously, I have concerns about how this will work out - but that's a different issue."

I felt badly for Annie - not because of her family situation - but because of the ordeal that Lydia put her through next.

My motherly lover made me get the second cot up. She ordered Annie to strip down to her underclothes and lie on the one. Lydia stripped herself naked, lay down on the other, and then ordered me to fuck her. She wasn't really louder than normal - maybe even a little quieter - but it almost seemed as if she was intentionally taunting the redhead.

Annie rolled to her side - facing away from us - and simply endured. She lay there the whole time I fucked Lydia until I came (getting her off at least twice). Then she noisily licked and sucked my cock clean, got dressed, kissed me, and left the tent to head for her own.

I lay there, naked, staring at the roof of the tent - my eyes closing of their own volition - thinking that I should get up and at least put on my under-things. I fell asleep before I got that done.

~~~

I woke with Mitchell's alarm to find Annie looking at me. She was still in her modesty coverings. I was naked.

"Morning," she said.

She got up, dressed in her pants, shirt, and hat - and then left the tent.

"Uh ... I take my meals with Cookie," I told her when I stepped outside.

"Okay," she said. "I'll just ... uh ..."

"You can eat with us," Lydia told her, just walking up to the tent.

"Thanks," the redhead said.

Lydia spun on her heels and headed back up the line. Annie followed her without looking back at me. I got the cots taken down and then took down the tent and got it folded up. I got everything back in the bag and set it to the side. I headed up to get my breakfast, glancing at Lydia as I passed. She had Annie helping her get their breakfast ready. Ruth had already latched onto the young woman's leg and looked like she wasn't about to let her go. I'd seen her do the same thing with Holly sometimes.

I grabbed my food, scarfed it down, cleaned up, and then headed back for my spot. I glanced around at Annie's wagon but things seemed to be quiet. Nathanial and the others were still eating when I passed by their spot. I moved on to my space - to make sure that I was ready to go. The horses were already getting fidgety.

"How'd things go?" Virgil asked me.

I shrugged. He laughed.

"I'm not sure why she made her lay there, half naked, while the two of us fucked like rabbits," I told him.

"You and the widow have been together a while now," the older man noted. "You both care about each other. I've yet to see her be vengeful or angry without cause. They say women have an intuition ..."

He left it at that. I'd heard that before. I'd also heard more than one man who had been married for several years say that he'd never understand them. I shrugged my shoulders and went back to my daily tasks and chores.

Just as we started getting underway, Annie returned. She came to stand in front of me, looking up into my eyes. I looked back at her.

"You usually take Slowpoke up along the wagon train ...," she said. "What does Dusty do?"

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"By now," I told her. "They both just do their thing. Dusty pretty much just follows Virgil's wagon and then harasses me until I give him a treat or at least some scratches. Slowpoke and I go check on everybody and then we just walk with Dusty."

She nodded and said, "Then I'll just walk with Dusty."

At that moment, Virgil eased his wagon forward and we were underway. I waited about a half hour - to give everybody time to get settled into their pace - and then I started up the line - visiting with families and letting the kids greet and ride Slowpoke.

By the time I got back to Annie, it was the middle of the afternoon.

"Did you eat any lunch?" I asked her.

She glanced at Virgil and said, "Virgil shared with me."

I dug in my pocket for my wallet but he laughed.

"Don't be starting any of that shit," he said. "I've been talking her ear off and it was only fair for me to give her a little something to repay her kindness for listening."

She looked at me, grinned, and reported, "He's barely said more than three sentences the whole time you were gone."

I glanced up at him. He shrugged.

"You know me," he said simply. "I usually don't say a thing."

I glanced back at Annie who grinned and just shook her head.

Over the next several hours until it was time to stop again, Annie and I shared a bit of ourselves in conversation with each other. She'd grown up in Ohio. She loved hunting. I'd already promised her that she could take my gun and go - the next chance we got. I'd shown her my rifle which had intrigued her. She had only ever used a musket - firing ball or shot. She had never seen a firearm with a rifled barrel. When I explained its purpose to her, she immediately understood and shook her head. I'd intended to let her take my musket but she was so excited by the rifle that I agreed to let her give it a try instead.

That night, she lay on her side in her cot again - only this time she was facing Lydia and me. The older woman looked over at her, studying her face, as she endured at least two orgasms before I flooded her with my seed.

"You'll tell me when you're ready," Lydia whispered to her as we lay recovering.

Annie nodded.

I still felt badly about what Lydia was doing but now I thought maybe she might know better than me. Annie didn't seem mad.

After Lydia cleaned me up and left, she looked down over my body as we lay facing each other.

"I can cover up," I told her.

"It's your tent," she said. "If it would make you more comfortable, I can strip as well."

I quirked an eyebrow at her. She stood, stripped off her modesty coverings, and looked at me.

She was exquisite. She had almost no tits but the nipples were stiff - and as pink as strawberries. I wanted desperately to suck them. I swallowed down a lump in my throat. I could feel my penis getting hard again. She noticed - and smiled.

Her pussy had the lightest little dusting of reddish-orange fuzz along its sides and top.

She was slender; not curvy like Lydia. It didn't make me desire her any less. She was less rugged and calloused than Sarah but her figure and muscles were toned. She was not afraid of work.

I looked up at her eyes to see that she was still smiling.

"You can lie down, if you want," I told her. "I think I'm done fucking you with my eyes."

She laughed softly and lay down. I continued to run my eyes over her body and she continued to do the same with mine. After a while, I felt my eyes grow heavy and I was soon asleep.

I heard the tent flap and opened my eyes. There was just enough daylight for me to see that it was Lydia. Mitchell's alarm fired off a moment later.

Annie looked up at our visitor. She was still naked. Lydia's eyes roamed over her body.

"Very nice," she said. "Did you try him?"

Annie shook her head.

"Taste him?"

She shook her head again.

"Maybe tonight?"

"Maybe," Annie said, smiling shyly.

She looked over at me.

"How did you keep yourself away from her?" she asked me

"It was hard ...," I replied.

She laughed loudly, looked directly at my cock, and said, "I damned well bet it was!"

Annie snickered and we both looked at her. She blushed a little and worried her bottom lip.

"Don't nibble that lip like that, you adorable little thing," Lydia told her, "or you'll likely find the both of us nibbling on the rest of you ..."

Annie gave a little squeak, got up, and started getting dressed.

"Give Thomas a kiss and then let's go start breakfast," Lydia told her.

Annie came over, bent forward, and kissed me.

"Caress his balls gently while you kiss him," Lydia instructed.

I moaned into her mouth as she did as she was told. My cock began swelling.

"Wrap your hand around it and stroke it - nicely - up and down."

I writhed and moaned as the gorgeous little redhead pressed her lips to mine - more and more hungrily - as she ran her fist up and down my shaft.

"Okay, stop," Lydia ordered. "Come here."

Annie stopped kissing me and pulled her hand away. She went and stood by Lydia. Lydia nodded her head at me and Annie looked my way, taking in my obvious arousal as well as my eyes.

"Now he'll dream of you all day long and he'll be ready to make you a woman as soon as you'll let him."

Lydia turned and held open the flap of the tent. Annie stepped through. Lydia swatted her on the ass as she followed her. Annie squeaked and then giggled. I heard their footsteps as they headed up the side of the wagon train.

I groaned and got to my feet. I pulled on my underwear and got dressed. I got the cots taken down and packed up and then started on the tent. Once everything was ready for travel, I headed up to get my breakfast.

Little Ruth was once again clinging to Annie's leg as the young woman helped Lydia get breakfast prepared. Jedidiah was helping Nathanial get the tent packed up to be loaded onto the wagon with the bedrolls.

I got my breakfast eaten and headed back, greeting whoever greeted me or looked up as I passed. Annie's father was up and moving but he didn't say anything or look at me.

Shortly before we began moving again, Annie came to walk with me beside Virgil's wagon.

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